Free Crush (A Night Fire Novel Book 1) by TM Watkins

place where he clearly came to chill out. I searched the next few doors finding a powder room that was as big as my kitchen and an indoor pool. My eyes lit up at it. It was only small but it was perfect for his situation. The pool outside was visible to the world, at least if he wanted to have a swim he could do so without the world watching. At the far end of the room was a wall of glass, the view of the Nevada horizon was beautiful. I could never tire of the views this place had.
    Closing the door I heard an odd sound, almost like a dull beat. I walked along the corridor, now somewhere behind the kitchen that I was yet to investigate. The beat grew louder as I drew closer to the final door. Slowly and quietly I opened the door, revealing a study with the same wall of glass and stunning view. To my right was an enormous glass desk, house plans unfurled and weighted down with beer bottles. I shook my head at the sight and turned to the man sitting at his drum kit, pounding a heavy beat.
    Curtis was covered in that sheen of sweat that covered him like a glistening second layer of skin. His hair was a little darker at the scalp.
    He stopped and grinned at me.
    “Hey. How did the packing go?”
    “Great. Wasn't too sure if I've packed the right things though. You never said what we were doing, aside from the awards ceremony.”
    “Not much unless you want to do the tourist thing. Need to organize security but that's cool.”
    With a dirty grin he patted his lap, obligingly I went to him. I laid my arms over his shoulders, lavishing him in one needful kiss. His hands were on my legs, slowly pushing the skirt higher.
    “Is this the skirt?” his voice was rough.
    “And the top.” I purred, watching his eyes lower to the killer cleavage. “Your dinner is ready.”
    I lifted myself from his lap, wandering to the desk. Tilting over it slightly, I could hear the slight whimper. His hands were on my hips before the drum stool had even toppled to the ground. With a giggle I tilted back to him.
    “Customers aren't supposed to be so hands on, sir.”
    I could feel the growl against the skin of my shoulder as he lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. The temperature around me rose, feeling flushed from his attention and my growing need.
    “More.”
    “Sir.” I moaned “Don't pull down my panties, the other customers will see me.”
    His hand slid over my stomach, sliding in between my legs.
    “Open.” he growled.
    Parting my legs wider for him seemed so dirty and thrilling, the thought of fulfilling the bizarre fantasy had me wet already. He pushed me to the table, face first against the house plans that had scribbles on them.
    I looked back at him as his hands pushed my skirt to my waist and then trailed back down. His gaze was so intense as he pushed and parted me.
    “Fuck you are so damned gorgeous. Don't think I've told you that enough.”
    Then he was out of sight, on his knees and licking me. I groaned out, his words were enough to bring me to the edge, his tongue merely tipped me over.
    Curtis continued, not satisfied with the effort. Clearly setting me off too early on was frustrating for him. He ran his tongue along the entire length of the seam, I gasped when he went too far. God that felt good.
    “You like that baby?” he asked as he took a bite of my backside.
    “Yes.” I moaned greedily.
    He did it again and I whimpered, feeling the flush rise fast through my already hazy mind. I begged him not to stop, and he was ever so obliging as he parted me further and continued to pleasure me. My whole body shuddered as I called out, crying out his name with pure ecstasy.
    “Now that's more like it.” he whispered as he kissed the spot where he bit me.
    I was sprawled out on the desk, face first and so spent that I couldn't move.
    “Ready for more?”
    He pressed himself against me, my whole body ached for that feeling of him filling me. Weakly I nodded, hearing a soft chuckle and feeling the pressure of Curtis